Shogo Akuji Quotes & Sayings

My first lead role was probably 'Party Girl' in 1994. — Parker Posey

We may think God wants actions of a certain kind, but God wants people of a certain kind. — C.S. Lewis

Art isn't something you do or are. It's where you aim, the target you shoot at. — Elizabeth Ashley

Treat every challenge as a lesson, every mistake you make as a blessing and move on. — Paulo Coelho

For home had a way of shifting, of changing shape and temperature. Home was homeless. It could exist anywhere, because its only substance was familiarity. If it was broken by long journeys or tornadoes it emerged again, reinvented itself with new decor, new idiosyncrasies of morning, noon and dusk, and old routines. — Diana Evans

Literature is strewn with the wreckage of those who have minded beyond reason the opinion of others. — Virginia Woolf

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" Iain paused, shocked as the pretty woman turned and hurried away from him. To himself, he finished, "Get a drink with me? — Michelle M. Pillow

The links between the American government and the Iraqi government are so close that you cannot judge one without asking at least the other what he has done by this time. — Jacques Verges

Set example to your children, in speech and in conduct. — Lailah Gifty Akita

I began my career performing in plays and musicals in New York, but by the mid-'80s, opportunities in Hollywood beckoned and I made the move to Los Angeles. It was a good decision. Work took off, but most important, I met my family out there - my husband, Bill, and the children we would adopt: Elijah, Mae-Mae, and Aron. — Christine Ebersole

Clearly I am a very strong, top-of-the-line, always-rising-to-it personage. — Lark Voorhies

An action doesn't have to be wrong just because it is not logical. It doesn't have to be right just because it has its logic. — Lion Feuchtwanger

How do we know that?" Lucy was frowning. "By inference. She did not attach a piece of paper to a blanket with a bare pin and wrap the blanket around the baby. Mr. Goodwin found a tray half full of safety pins in her house. But he found no rubber-stamp kit and no stamp pad, and one was used for the message on the paper. The inference is not conclusive, but it is valid. I am satisfied that on May twentieth Ellen Tenzer delivered the baby to someone, either at her house or, more likely, at a rendezvous elsewhere. She may or may not have known that its destination was your vestibule. I doubt it; but she knew too much about its history, its origin, so she was killed. — Rex Stout